Chapter 19: Teeth Behind the Crown

The council chamber felt like a wolf's ribcage—carved in stone, cloaked in tradition, and too damn tight to breathe.

Twelve elders in a semi-circle, each cloaked in dyed fur or rough-spun wool, the brazier pits at their feet glowing faintly with heatstones. Banners hung behind them—each representin...

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